BLKMSTRS.TXT - by Cindy V. - femdom, TV, humiliation
My local newspaper has a small "personals" column, and recently a new ad appeared that simply said "Roleplaying". I watched the news- paper for a few weeks to see if the ad would disappear, but there it was, day after day. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me, and I called the number. The recptionist explained that they did role- playing fantasies involving all sorts of domination, and best of all they were not that far away. So I made an appointment.
I arrived at the studio and was met by the woman who explained that she would be my mistress. We discussed the kinds of things I wanted, and I paid the fee. Mistress showed me the room we would use, and she told me to remove my clothes, kneel down and wait for her.
I examined the room. The only furniture was a table about the size and height of a pool table. On the sides of the table were various hooks, and on top of the table were various chains that could be attached to parts of the body and then to these table hooks.
After a long and nervous wait, Mistress reappeared. She had changed out of her street clothes, and was dressed in a white teddy and high black boots. The teddy showed off her magnificent breasts, even showing much of her dark aureola, although not her nipples. Mistress is tall, almost six feet in boots that did not have much of a heel. She had long wavy black hair, way past her shoulders. She had beautiful dark eyes and eyelashes, and wore what appeared to me to be zero makeup except for a little lipstick in a shade that seemed almost nude. Mistress was a commanding presence in a very natural way. Meanwhile I was still in kneeling position.
She gave me a bottle of baby oil and told me to rub it on her ass. She turned her back to me, and I saw that her ass was bare, except for a thin strap of her teddy that went up her ass. And a beautiful ass it was! In fact, the most beautiful black ass I had ever seen.
Yes, a black ass. Did I mention that mistress is black?
Now, you may call me a racist, but her being black was part of the turn-on. I had never gone out with a black woman. I had never seen one dressed so provocatively, at least not this close. And the play between the dominant black woman and the submissive white guy took on an unspoken hint of extra eroticism, more than if both of us had been either black or white. The tall young bitchy ebony goddess, dominating the wimpy middle aged white guy.
So I began rubbing the baby oil into that fine black ass. Right away she began taking control of me verbally. "You didn't thank me. Thank your mistress," she commanded me, and so I did.
When she had had enough of my gentle oiling of her ass, she told me to kiss it. I began kissing her ass. It was a very submissive and humil- iating act to do, but I kissed her ass over and over and I loved it. "Thank your mistress for letting you kiss her ass," she commanded me. I did, but it did not sound sincere enough for her, and she made me repeat it until it met with her approval.
Mistress had a shopping bag of implements on the table, in addition to the chains. She told me to empty the bag on the floor and to put the chains there too. She was looking for something specific, but it wasn't there. She told me to kneel by the table, put the bag over my head, and wait for her.
I did this and felt quite humiliated by the bag over my head. Mistress returned, removed the bag from my head, and told me to climb onto the table and lay face down. Before doing this I thanked her for removing the bag from my head. She was annoyed at my speaking out of turn, and spanked ne several times for the infraction.
I lay down on the bed, and mistress proceded to strap bracelets around my wrists and ankles that she then hooked to the table. "Look at you," she taunted me. "All tied up like that? I could do anything I want to you, couldn't I? Couldn't I?" I agreed that she could. "Maybe I should just leave you here and come back for you in the morning. Would you like that, Slave?" she asked me.
Meanwhile she was lightly pinching my nipples, spanking me, and fondling my balls. I did not like it when she pinched my nipples and I tried to get away from her, but tied as I was there was no where to go. Mistress smiled when she saw me try to get away, but did not press her obvious advantage.
"Wiggle your pretty ass for me, Sarah," she commanded. She had given me a female name. I tried to get to my hands and knees, and although I was not tied so tightly that I could not move, there was not enough slack to get up on my knees. I rubbed my penis and midsection on the table, which succeeded in giving my ass a wiggle too.
Mistress produced a black blindfold. This scared me. It was bad enough to be bound hand and foot, but to be blindfolded as well, and not to see what was happening ... well, that was too much. Mistress saw the fear in my eyes. She put her face very close to mine. Her long hair fell on my cheeks. Her face was so close, and it was very erotic. She spoke to me softly and sweetly, but firmly.
"Is Sarah afraid of the blindfold? Maybe you'd like to watch what happens. What would Sarah do to please her mistress?" Of course I had only one possible reply: "Anything Mistress." And then to ease some of my discomfort, I blurted out, You're so beautiful, Mistress."
Well, she was beautiful. But Mistress was clearly annoyed. "Oh, so Sarah is trying to flatter me? Thinking that will get you out of your pun- ishments? Five spanks for that." And she spanked me five times.
Then Mistress stepped in front of me again and put her face in my face. I must admit, I loved it when she did that. "And what will Sarah do for her mistress?," she asked me again. "Would Sarah like to wear some lipstick?" And mistress produced a tube of lipstick. She waved it very close to my face and I could not read the shade. But it really didn't matter. I nodded my head.
Mistress then giggled a cute girlish giggle. The giggle sounded familiar- another mistress, in another time and place. It also served to remind me that mistress was enjoying herself. And she removed the cap of the lipstick, twirled it to raise it up, and showed me the color. It was a deep reddish purple. A color more suited to her lovely dark coloring than to mine. This would make me look even more ridiculous, if that were possible.
I leaned my face forward slightly, as much as my bonds would allow. And I watched mistress's dark eyes, as she seriously went about her task of applying the purple lipstick color to my lips. She took her time, slowly stroking my lips back and forth until she was satisifed with the color.
"Thank your mistress," she commanded. So I did. She spanked me.
"No, thank your mistress in your little girl's voice," she explained. So I tried again, raising the pitch of my voice. She spanked me twice.
"No, tell your mistress, 'Thank you mistress for putting lipstick on me and making me look like a pretty little slut' ". I did this, but I was flustered and forgot her exact words. Spank. Then I did it, but my voice was not high enough. Spank. I tried again, but this time mistress thought I was not being sincere enough. She decided she wanted ten, high pitched exactly worded sincere thank-yous, counted out, and there would be a spank in between each one. For each mistake, the count would restart at one. This went on for awhile, much to mistress's amusement, and to my spanked ass.
Finally we finished with this. Mistress came to the front of me, and once again put her face right in mine. Obviously she understood the erotic effect that had on me. She sweetly asked me again, "And what will Sarah do for her mistress?" "Anything," I innocently replied. "Oh," mistress said with mock surprise. "Will Sarah suck my cock?"
I nodded Yes. I think mistress was surprised by this. She put the blindfold back over my eyes, and walked away for a moment. She specifically had said "my cock." She was teasing me, right? I tasted the lipstick on my lips as I considered this. Mistress is 100% woman, right? Those full dark breasts straining through her teddy. She couldn't be ...
As I strained against my wrist and ankle bonds, mistress returned. She said, "Now Sarah, I want you to deep throat mistress." And before I had a chance to ask mistress exactly what she had in mind, mistress firmly pressed a penis like object between my lips. And she started pushing it in and out.
I was about to panic. I was blindfolded and I was bound, and now my mouth was full. I couldn't even speak to protest! And I was about to have a cock rammed down my throat.
The cock was thick, and nearly filled the circumference of my mouth. But I soon discovered it was not big. It was not going to reach the back of my throat. And it tasted rubbery. Although I have never tasted a human cock, I was sure this was not one. So I breathed a sigh of relief. As mistress thrusted in and out in what must have been a dildo, I started sucking to meet her thrusts. This was becoming a delightfully humiliating experience. Mistress teased me to add to my humiliation.
"Oh Sarah, you should see how your lipstick is getting all over my cock! And is Sarah having a good time sucking my cock?" I tried to tell her that I was, but the dildo had filled my mouth and I could only gurgle a few unintelligible sounds.
Mistress continued to thrust the dildo in and out of my mouth, calling me her little cocksucker. Finally without warning she withdrew it from my mouth. Strange as it may sound, I was enjoying the sucking and was not quite done with it! Mistress ran the dildo lengthwise over my lips, and I volun- tarily gave it a last lick across its entire length. Mistress removed my blindfold, and once more put her lovely face too close to mine.
Mistress grinned at me and sweetly spoke to me. "Sarah enjoyed that didn't she? You are a pretty little cocksucker, aren't you? Tell mistress that you're a pretty little cocksucker, and thank her for letting you suck her cock." By now I knew the routine - high pitched voice, sincerity, etc. I escaped mistress's spanking.
But mistress pressed her advantage. With her gorgeous face just inches from mine, she asked again, "And what will Sarah do for her mistress?" And of course I replied, "Anything." And mistress came right back with, "Then will Sarah let mistress fuck her pussy?"
The intent was clear: mistress was asking me if I wanted to have her insert the dildo in my ass. I shook my head No. I am an anal virgin, and this is not something I want to do.
Mistress of course could have done anything she wanted, but she wanted to try and convince me. "What are you afraid of?," she asked. "The pain," I quickly replied. Mistress came right back with, "Oh, I could lube you up real good, and I would use a very thin dildo. Almost like a pencil." She was smiling at me and speaking softly. She was not going to force me, but I could see she was doing her best to convince me, too. And I was almost tempted. But I told her No.
Mistress decided to tease me a little bit. "Oh, Sarah gets me all worked up, and then says No? A little cock teaser, huh?" She was giggling and I was laughing too, so I knew we were OK. She spanked me a little more for being a cock teaser, but that was it.
She unhooked my wrist and ankle straps and told me to get off the table and onto the floor on my hands and knees. We only had a little time left. She tied some rope loosely around my chest, sat on my back, and made me carry her around the room for a while. She made me kiss her booted feet, and then when I stopped before she was ready, she found another silly sentence for me to repeat in a high pitched voice for her amusement, with the threat of a few more spankings. Finally we each lay on the floor, with her giving me a wonderful view of her dark aureola just peaking out of her teddy. We talked about the session, what I liked and disliked. I told her again that I thought she was beautiful. I asked her why she wears such a pale shade of lipstick - she told me that to do otherwise would make her look overwhelming, which is not what she wanted to look. And someone knocked on the door, signalling that time was up.
I reminded Mistress that I needed the lipstick removed before I left. She used a moist baby wipe on my lips, rubbed my lips fairly hard, and told me that the color was gone but that they did look a little pink from the blood rushing to them. She told me not to lick my lips because that would just make it worse, although I couldn't help doing it.
My beautiful black mistress - I'll be back.
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